13,178. RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,080

RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,080

(time heals what?)

Somehow I was brought up to

respect everything. I was told

that anyway, at most every

empty turn and angle of the

crew and the compass. Those

two things which, oddly enough,

were the same things keeping me

in shackles. 'Land of the Free and

Home of the Brave' seemed to hold

little sense to me, or any point

of allegiance. Apparently 'home

of the brave' was meant to be

profligacy, large-finned cars, and

baseball cards  -  Ted Williams

and Louis Aparicio, flipped

against a wall. 'One way leads

to guidance; one way leads to

trust,' was more ever my own

watchword, and I ended up

caring little for what others

thought or did.

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Now, it seems, I've climbed my

big hill, alone, and all of that

old pabulum and the sweet-sound

of parade-phrases and drum-major

marching cheers to live by seem

as silly as driverless cars; which

apparently too have been taken

up as an idea by the electric masses

to whom the waste of a life seems

nothing, but screaming about a 

wide-horizon world and global

climactics, as if they knew

anything at all about butter.

Hey, girls and guys, 'climax'

is not 'climate'  -  go find a

mate.

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I never liked to mix things up. Even

here, in these courageously tedious 

daily briefings I've been writing

since "Hector was a pup'  -  as the

old saying goes  -  (Hector must be

long-grown and dead by now, poor

doggie), I've always tried to stay

focused, to a summation point,

somewhere down the end the line.

Shooting and raving all over the

place, though it may easily pass 

now for contemporary 'writing,'

does little good in making serious

points. [Street rabble and rock/rappers

take heed; your noise is useless scum,

NO lives matter, in the real end, and

what you get out of this life is the

endless and bottomless basket of

pomp and circumstances, and layers

of fake, erroneous, and twisted

psycho-babble by equally-twisted

little mind-benders].

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But, (step back one step), fear not.

Why split the atom? Should you

not, first, be fully cognizant of the

manner in which all things have 

consciousness and are, in actual

essence, irreducible? You make

claims to 'follow science' but you

do not do so. 'Science' towers over

you, in all its essentials  -  and if

Science was ever to level with you

you would gasp and die by the errors

of your ways. When you say 'science,'

you do not mean 'Science.' You mean

functional utility  -  which pretty much,

and in the same way, as saying 'functional

illiteracy,' begs the question, 'what?'

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Have you ever noticed how the most

sainted historic spots have always been

'taken over' by Government?' At one,

easy, level, we get the schools and

civic halls, police stations and hospitals,

most often with some little pocket-park

and a marker nearby, attesting to the

'sacred' ground nearby, where Indian

raids despicable in form, took place,

or where soldiers massacred 5,000

local natives, or some weird battle

or strange bloodletting for a cause

took place  -  here at the grist-mill

or at Brandt's ferry crossing, where

the local Indians revolted at Minisink,

and torrid fighting and desecration took

place. Fort Delaware; any dim port

along the old Hudson River, some

deadly, Catskill pool or eddy. Even

little-famed Mt. Pisgah, atop Troy, PA,

has its statue of the weeping Indian

being forced out by Sullivan's sabres.

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Going with the 'territory,' obviously, 

has to be this takeover for validation;

by the powers that move in, and 'write'

the narrative they want written, and that

one alone. Replacing all this with the

monumental suffering of the bureaucrat,

the rules and the local Ruler, the subjugation

of land and water; the destruction of it all.

That's how 'claimants' make their claims

and take over the physical world. It happens

here, and it's happened everywhere   - in

Europe, in Africa, and Asia too. Annunaki

and Sumerians; beware  -  Humankind is

a slave race, once created mechanically,

for burdensome work, for drudge, and

now let loose with only the faintest world

and tribal memories of their constant

past, present, and future. Which they

somehow still think are three different

things.

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The simple fact is, Consciousness rules,

and from afar. And Consciousness is soon

returning. To all the souls of the dead, this

is actually nothing, and they really will

arise once more. And to do this all over

again, as well. All things recur, just as

much as all things do NOT exist at all.

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What Governments, Title heads, Claimants,

and all the rest, do not realize is, in

coveting, claiming, and taking over

these sacred, old, energy-vortex spots,

for their own foolish and passing and

linear and rational purposes, their greater

souls are unwittingly reacting to the

cosmic 'Energies' still current in these

places. They MUST cover them up;

they MUST conceal. Time itself, which

is merely space and shape and form, 

(a teardrop of Nature), 'heals' nothing.

Those 'Noble' savages? They too are

all still present, 'out there,' to weep and

to avenge. The avenging takes place

by the functional uses of....error.

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Order has to be put, to a wild hand.